Emergency Liposuction
It’s a sweet, sexy, balmy day outside, yet here I am indoors subbing for a co-worker who chose a much better week for a summer vacation than myself.
I had a dream that, at its tail end, involved the Pussycat Dolls. Chilling…
I miss the MTV of yore. You know, when they played a little grunge, a little hip hop, a little pop, a little something random. Now, I swear, it’s 24/7 trite hip pop non-stop. It’s like, look, you don’t have to be unique (since anything truly unique in this world would probably scare the shit out of you), but don’t mime the same sound as has been perpetuated by thousands and thousands of artists before you.
Someone stole Dorothy’s ruby slippers from the Judy Garland museum. I just imagine some tubby 1950’s musical queen in some black leotard thief outfit crawling along the hallway ledging. Then he hits a shard of glass, "Ouch! Dammit, Mary!"
